the world at large.
a late spring, downtown wilmington scene
The other day, as I was walking through Hugh MacRae Park, listening to the Band of Horses Pandora station, a song came on that I hadn't listened to in a while.
It was The World at Large, by Modest Mouse, & as its notes poured over me, I was transported. Suddenly, it was twilight on an achingly late summer day. All the windows were down, the music up, the jarring smell of air freshener mingling with cigarettes. We were speeding along i49, the wind air-drying my damp, curly hair. I had that overly-tired feeling you get after you swim all day, & my skin had probably seen more sun than it should have that day. There was an almost tangible feeling of change in the air: we were about to close the door on high school forever, & the incalculable experience of college was on its way in.
And years later, I'm able to realize that that moment had more to do with myself singularly than it ever had to do with who I shared it with [a distinction it isn't easy to make from close up]. It had to do with the energy within myself, with my summer soul, with the promise that lie ahead. It had to do with the fluidity of space & time, with the transformative power of music.
So even today, when I hear the melody, the rhythmic drum beats, the ebb & flow of those familiar notes, I recognize my old self in my new self. I feel at home within myself. I am happy & whole & at peace.
listen to The World at Large here
see a little more of HMP here
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